The Spirit of Darkness, the Prince of the Power of the Air, <br />The terror that walketh by night, and the horror by day, <br />The legions of Evil, alert and awake and aware, <br />Press round him each hour; and I pray here alone, far away. <br /> <br />God! call up Thy legions to fight on the side of my love, <br />Let the seats of the mighty be cast down before him, O Lord, <br />Send strong wings of angels to shield him beneath and above, <br />Let glorious Michael unsheath his implacable sword. <br /> <br />Let the whole host of Heaven take part with my dear in his fight, <br />That the armies of Hell may be scattered like chaff in the blast, <br />And the trumpets of Heaven blow fair for the triumph of Right. <br />Inspire him, protect him, and bring him home victor at last. <br /> <br />But if--ah, dear God, give me strength to withhold nothing now! - <br />If the life of my life be required for Thy splendid design, <br />Give his country the laurels, though cold and uncrowned be his brow <br />. . . <br />Thou gavest Thy Son for the world, and shall I not give mine?<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invocation-19/
